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Mama Chill
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More Wanksta Than Gangsta
Walking with a swagger, hand on ya dagger 45 in a holster, strapped across ya shoulder Mummies little soldier, aint that what she told ya Maybe if she scold ya, you'd of grown a better man Instead of thinking life revolves around you And you're the master plan Can I just say I'm only spitting what I know I was tooled up and angry along time ago Though I did have a conscience in theory the line I wouldn't of taken no others life, they wouldn't taken mine It was about no control, being made to feel small Broken home, broken life, they even broke me in school F**kem alls what I thought, gonna show'em that I'm someone Me against the whole wide world gonna givem some But up come the conscience in theory the line I wouldn't of taken no others life, they wouldn't of taken mine It's a very fine line but the consequences huge Your at war with ya self, don't put it on another dude I sliced up the surface to try and drain the rage I was like a crazy animal pacing the cage But it got to the stage, something gotta change Coz this was no longer a game.
It don't look right, it don't feel right Coz it aint right, and I know, It's the wrong life, to be my life So when those demons call I won't follow It's time to find my beautiful soul
Have you gotta brother? See his face on the cover Headlines reading, they couldn't stop the bleeding Needing resuscitating, there were too many waiting Walked into the hating, just minding his own Someone pulled the trigger and he never got home Blown away for nuthin, yeah, aint that the truth 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 By the wallowing pathetic excuses of youth Broken home, broken life, they even broke you in school So what, shut the (blank) up, it happens to us all, Still gotta have a conscience, know right from wrong Gotta have love if you wanna get along Put it down in a song; get the hate out ya blood Keep ya eye on the game coz it's eating you up Getta hold, getta grip, take control of ya life Don't lose mamas little soldier on the end of a knife You can bleat like a sheep and spread ya disease Or there's a god if ya choose to believe.
It don't look right, it don't feel right Coz it aint right and you know It's the wrong life to be your life So when those demons call you don't follow It's time to find your beautiful soul.
Put it down in a song; get the hate out ya blood Keep ya eye on on the game coz it's eating you up Getta hold, getta grip, take control of ya life Don't lose mamas little soldier on the end of a knife You can bleat like a sheep and spread ya disease Or there's a god if you choose to believe
It don't look right, it don't feel right Coz it aint right, and you know It's the wrong life, to be your life When those demons call you don't follow It's time to find your beautiful soul It's time to find your beautiful soul Oh it's time to find your beautiful soul
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